This is a song about "Boys with bangs"

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Changs, give me head, like she bangs

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Drink it up boys, like pepsi,

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

I want to fill up nightclubs with men and women boys and girls

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

Bite into your bangs, shake the chains.

High: that's why they call us planes

With mp3s more dated and faded than the boys and heavy d

Everybody watching while you touching real money

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

I think she's probably done with boys

Ducks with the quack quack noise, fuck all the quack pack boys

Collabs i write are "dope" to me, even though there's no points,